"Help me!"

"Who?" Meizi stopped.

The sound is gone. She could hear someone shouting. Could it be a ghost? Meizi looked around, and it was eerily quiet. In the bright moonlight, all she saw were corpses. The air was frighteningly cold.

Meizi suddenly felt so lonely. After standing for a while, she squatted down and wiped Zhang Fu's eyes with trembling hands, and Zhang Fu's eyes finally closed. Meizi looked at Zhang Fu's miserable white face under the snow-white moonlight, he was only fifteen years old, three years younger than himself. In this way, the young life was silently taken by the merciless bullet. He couldn't help but think of Ye Tiannan again, he was also on a certain battlefield in this city. Whether he lived or died, only God knows. She muttered: "Little brother, go in peace, if my sister is not killed, I will definitely seek justice for you." At this moment, Reiko felt that these national soldiers lying under the moon seemed to be like her own relatives. I couldn't help but touch the flying knife on my body. If Ye Tiannan died, she didn't want to go home, she wanted to find Little Japan desperately.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, "Is there anyone still alive?" Meizi shouted loudly, and she emboldened herself. She has no fear, even if the devil comes, she will not be afraid of the little devil. She's out now. She had already smelled the horror of the brutality of war. Nanjing is so big, there are so many people, once the devil kills into the city, the people who die are not the people she saw tonight. Thinking of this, a chill immediately hit the whole body.

It wasn't a place for her to stay for long, and that's when she was homesick again. However, she knew that she was far from home. She hates Little Japan, and she wants to find Xiao Weiguo.

She looked at the dark blue sky, and the moon in the sky was still so bright, no different from the moon in her hometown.

"Help me!" A faint voice came from a pile of soldiers.

She ran as fast as she could. The sound came from a mound of dirt. She peeled the mound open, and finally saw a gray face peeking out of the mound. His face was as black as the black-faced Guan Gong, and only the fact that his open eyes kept turning in the moonlit night proved that he was a living thing.

Meizi held his head in his arms and whispered, "Brother Jun, how can I save you?" I'm not a doctor. ”

"You're not a soldier?"

Meizi shook her head and said, "I'm here to find someone." ”

"Looking for whom?" The wounded man looked at the moon and said, "You are a step too late, and all the people here are dead." The devils have blown up this place more than a dozen times, who are you looking for? Your voice is good, you look good. I called Liu Genlai, we repelled more than a dozen charges of the devils, and the position was saved, but all the people died. If the devil rushes again, I won't be able to fight the devil back. The correspondent died, and our whole battalion of people said it was gone. Liu Gen cried after speaking.

"I'm coming for my man!"

"What are you a man?" he was an instructor in the gendarmerie. His name is Xiao Weiguo. ”

Liu Genlai said in surprise: "Instructor Xiao! I know, he's the captain of the special operations team, the eaves walker, the sharpshooter. You're your man, so powerful! ”

"Have you seen him?" Meizi was overjoyed.

"Nope." Liu Genlai shook his head and said, "I heard about it. Liu Gensheng sighed and said: "Today, it's a pity that I don't know his pager, if he is there, hundreds of brothers in our battalion will not be killed by the little devil and only I am left." After a pause, Liu Genlai struggled to stand up, "The old man helped me up, and the devil is about to charge again." ”

Meizi looked up, and under the moonlight, more than a dozen black shadows pounced on her.

Meizi helped Liu Genlai up from the ground, as soon as she let go, Liu Genlai fell to the ground, it turned out that his legs were blown off by the devil's **. He lay on the ground and said to her: "Brother, I can't do it, it seems that this position can only be handed over to you." ”

"Give it to me?" Meizi said: "I don't know how to shoot, I haven't been a soldier." ”

"I see!" After being silent for a while, Liu Gen said: "Go, pick up a few guns, and **, I'll teach you, hurry up, the devil will come up soon." ”

Meizi immediately picked up a ***, a pistol and two **, and came to Liu Genlai's side. Liu Genlai struggled to sit up and said to her, "I'll tell you to shoot first!" At this time, the devil was not far from the trench where he was. Meizi often hunted with her father in her hometown, she knew how to shoot a shotgun, and quickly mastered how to use ***. Then I quickly learned how to use **.

Liu Genlai encouraged her and said, "Brother, don't be afraid! Devils must not be allowed to get past our defenses! ”

Meizi found another box of **, at this moment she didn't have time to ask Liu Gen to come, what was in front of her was the battle.

Da ......" A fierce gunfire came from not far away.

Meizi stood up at once, followed the sound of the gun, and in the hazy moonlight, she saw a group of Japanese soldiers charging towards the small stone mountains. On the top of the hill, on the position, the shouts of killing and the sound of guns and cannons that broke through the sky echoed in the air for a long time.

The hillside was covered with corpses, some of them Japanese. There are also those of the national army. The Japanese soldiers all fought forward with red eyes, and the Republic of China soldiers on the position were also red-eyed.

Meizi pulled out her throwing knife and picked up a medium-sized rifle, she knew that she would not shoot, so she had to follow the moaning sound just now to find the wounded who asked for help from her.

At the foot of the hill, the Nanjing City Special Task Force, led by a young officer, was rushing towards the hill.

"Report, Instructor Xiao, the position of the 88th Regiment is about to be occupied by the Japanese army. Now they are engaged in a white-knuckle battle. A herald ran in front of a young national army officer. The young officer's name was Xiao Jian, an instructor of the gendarmerie and the captain of the Nanjing Special Operations Team. He was ordered to rescue the 88th Regiment of the National Army besieged by the Japanese army, and the herald said with a pant.

"Got it." Xiao Jian finished firing a shuttle of bullets and turned around and said.

"Yes!" The herald saluted, turned his head and was about to leave, when he was called back by Ye Nan.

"Lead the way!" Xiao Jian held a gun in one hand and a family heirloom knife in the other. He was 1.90 meters tall and wore a dark yellow colonel's uniform, he rushed to the front, and after a while, he came to the bottom of the hill and ordered loudly: "Beat me hard!" Suddenly, the bullets rained down on the devil on the hillside. Although there were only fifty people with him, they were well-armed and all German-style equipment, equipped with sniper rifles, grenadiers, mortars. He was the captain of the special combat team of the Nanjing Military Police and a special combat team temporarily formed by the commander of the city defense, and its members were all top-notch soldiers with all-round military qualities carefully selected from among the military police. A kamikaze special forces specially designed to deal with the Japanese army. The 88th Regiment was constantly in a hurry, and Xiao Shanling had no soldiers to send around, so in desperation, he sent Xiao Jian's special combat team.

The devils on the hillside were killed and injured a lot, and the rest immediately turned their guns and pounced on Xiao Jian.

Xiao Jian was like a god, facing the devil who rushed over, motionless, slashing to death a devil in front of him, and then, the sword flew, and after a while, eight devils died under his knife, the devil was shocked, and immediately outflanked him, the number of people was several times that of the team he led. In the distance, the Japanese soldiers were rushing up in a steady stream, and their hearts were bitter.

"It seems that Lao Tzu is going to explain here today." Xiao Jian looked at the position of the 88th Regiment, and did not rush a single soldier, could it be that they were all dead? More than 2,000 people in the 88th regiment! The head of the regiment, Su Zhennan, is his classmate. Xiao Jian was already red-eyed. Holding high the saber to block the bayonet of a devil who wants to sneak attack, he struck upward, and before the devil had time to react, he slashed horizontally and directly chopped the devil along the waist.

Xiao Jian brought the brothers to decrease one by one, and the Japanese soldiers who ran up not far away cheered their names and rushed up.

"Loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and occupy Nanjing!" A Japanese squadron leader drew his command knife and shouted, "All of them are dead." ”

The two little devils stabbed the bayonet into the body of a Chinese soldier at the same time, and the soldier had blood in his mouth, and with difficulty took out a hand**, and in the frightened eyes of the two little devils, he pulled his hand**.

"Boom ......"

The two little devils were blown to pieces.

A little devil kicked a Chinese soldier to the ground and was about to stab him when he suddenly found that his foot was tripped.

Looking down, it turned out to be a seriously injured wounded, who was holding the little devil's thigh tightly at this time, the little devil was furious, and the bayonet stabbed down fiercely, but the Chinese soldier still held on tightly and did not give up, allowing the little devil's bayonet to stab himself and pull it out.

Seizing this opportunity, the soldier who was kicked down immediately rushed forward and slashed hard at the devil's brain.

"Boom...... a round object is thrown into the air.

It was a knife that cut off the little devil's head!

Countless similar scenes were staged on this small hillside, although these soldiers of the Republic of China were uneducated, illiterate, and did not understand any big truths, but they knew that their families were behind them, and their capital was behind them, they were soldiers, and dying on the battlefield was the highest honor for soldiers.

They are iron-blooded soldiers, and they must not allow these invaders to run rampant on their land.

However, the Japanese still had an absolute advantage in numbers. These wolves have more advanced weapons to kill people than the national army.

Xiao Jian's hand with the gun was not missing, and the hand with the knife was killed, and the situation of the enemy's strength and weakness was reversed at once.

"Yaga!" Miyamoto Taro looked at the battle situation in front of him and the retreating imperial soldiers, and couldn't help but be furious, he had already attacked the position, but he didn't expect to be pushed down again.

"These idiots! The faces of the Imperial warriors have been disgraced to you. While Miyamoto Taro scolded, he was also secretly frightened by the combat effectiveness of this group of Chinese troops, and their desperate fighting style broke out with huge attack power in white-knuckle combat. They are all some well-trained elites. For the first time since his invasion of China, Taro Miyamoto had encountered such a formidable Chinese army.

By now, more than half of his wing had suffered casualties, and the number of Imperial soldiers who had died at the hands of this group of Nationalist troops had surpassed two infantry field brigades.

This is definitely the last big stain on his military career.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Taro couldn't help but be furious, brandished his saber, and slashed two timid Japanese soldiers in a row, and the rest of the Japanese troops suddenly counterattacked. Once again, the position was mired in bloody white-knuckle battles. On the position, the Japanese army was like a mad dog, Taro Miyamoto's saber danced wildly, more than a dozen exhausted national soldiers died tragically under his saber, and the number of national soldiers on the position became smaller and smaller. Xiao Jian's eyes were red, and his whole body was stained with the blood of the Japanese army.